A strong sense of sweet papaya flowed out from between my legs. Moaning loudly, I began to feel the onslaught of a coming orgasm. With one final strok..., I froze. The pleasure consumed my body. My eyes screwed up, my head flew back against the shower wall, my legs pushed together sliding my hands further in. Shuddering, I pulled my hand out, washed them under the flowing water, turned the water off and got dressed. Once I was done, I walked downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed a sandwich. His tongue brushed along my lip and soon I was experiencing my first French kiss. His saliva tasted so good and my excitement had come back. He fondled my breasts, squeezing them in turn, pinching my nipples and tugging on them gently. I shivered with each pinch, growing more intense with the kiss. I pulled away and looked at him, touching his face. His face was so beautiful up close. The contours of his lips so defined and his nose so blatant. I had never thought of this until now. I pressed. And then darkness. The pungent smell of sex surrounded the room when she woke up. Because she had passed out in it she hadn’t noticed it. Carly rolled over and then sat up on her bed. The fingers of her left hand were still at her crotch and still wet. He entire body was a mix of pain and euphoria. She then remembered the magazines spread across her bad and moved to clean them up. Stacked neatly at the edge she discovered Spencer sitting on the corner. “Carly we need to talk”“I’m sorry. I don't know if it's the drink talking but I have never heard Emmy talk like this before. For the briefest of moments the whole pub comes back into focus as I look around hurriedly to see if anyone is looking. No-one can see us. I lean forward as instructed and I can feel Emmy's cool hand trace across my exposed cheeks and her finger starts tracing a line down the Lace where it meets my skin. Her hand is now fully down the back of my Jeans and I pop the top button to give her some room. As soon.